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This is why we work.
I stumble when I stand.
It was never part of the plan.
When I walk I feel more at home.
No time for long conversations.
No time for uncomfortable silence.
Just pain in the heart.
That my walking has never cured.
I stutter in large groups.
All eyes upon me.
Feeling like worn out news.
Cheap cloth on an unruly man.
Hiding my master ruse.
I attempt to deliver.
Something sinister.
This was never the plan.
My past wavers in the fall.
No shame or leaves to rake.
Won't do much if I can.
Steadying my stand.
Dusting the webs of my memories.
Guilt like a good book that I can't put down.
Hiding behind the pew.
Avoiding the laying of hands.
They look dirty.
Someone help me.
The looks are killing me.
My Sunday starts out as planned.
I love you and that is that.
I might not know you.
Or reach out and touch you.
But here you are.
Walking in my mind.
Without you i would not be here.
I might be lost in disparity.
Naked for the world to see.
Humble as I can be.
This is why we work.
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